Redefining Myself

For a long time, the hijab didn't feel like me anymore. After wearing for over a decade, my intentions for wearing the hijab became blurred until I stopped remembering why I would wear it. The relationship was slowly decreasing, resulting in me taking it off. It took me a lot of courage to take this... Continue Reading →

Summer

I was told to write about summer. And as I sit in my garden with the sun burning itself on to my back, staring at a blank page, I realise summer is a feeling, a concept. Something that can be shapeshifted into whatever we want it to be. The light at the end of the tunnel, the days we yearn for during the long hours of cramming our studies nights on end or summer can be the dreaded moments that we pray never visits us again.

Dear Taiba: The Year to be Ourselves

Dear Taiba Years, I spent trying to create goals and plans to change and make another new year mine. After 2018, however, I concluded that there is no such thing as “my year”. It doesn’t exist. Because 2018 had started off brilliantly and had ended with even more incredulity. It would have been “my year”... Continue Reading →

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